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hun,i'm home.sugar,i've made it,i'm big,i'm so gonna be famous.were are you?i've got huge news.you have to see this newspaper,have you read it this morning?where are you hiding,hun?

he passes through the narrow hall between the kitchen and the small living room.peeks through the bedroom's half-opened door then reaches the bathroom.the shower is running and the curtain is pulled.

hun?guess what?they're finally releasing my album!it's gonna be a great show in one of my producer's club and all the fine artists in the industry are going to be there.hun,we've made it.no more rent,no more walking,no more chinese food from the fast food down the corner.we're done with all that.say something,you know for how long we've been expecting this.c'mon sugar,this is huuuuge!

a dark feeling throws a pale shadow of concern on his happy shinning face.slowly pushes aside the curtain,hoping it's not what he thinks it is.but nobody is there.closes the tap and heads for the bedroom.nothing looks out of ordinary.the flat has never been perfectly clean,and today is no exception.clothes lie on the floor,pizza slices hang from the radio,beer cans that used to form a pyramid are scattered away on the table and the tv is running.a documentary about drug addiction is on.

"teenagers usually confront with this problem especially because they are curious and have an easy to manipulate mind.they want to reach higher states of mind,search for spiritual freedom when their body and actions are in chains..."

shuts the tv and lies on the bed.as he reaches out for the phone,he hears a faint noise coming from somewhere in his right.takes a look on the floor and sees his beloved girlfriend agonizing with a syringe next to her.

hospitals always repulsed her.the smell of death and medicine never was her favourite.not to talk about the cries of pain or grief you can hear all around you.it's hard being a visitor but it's even more depressing being there as a patient.

hun,what on earth have i done?i know i was at home.i wanted to take a shower then order some food.i know i heard you when you came home.i remember you were talking but it's all so confusing,i couldn't make out one single word.it was like a thousand bees trying to sing a gospel or something.nothing makes sense...i...i don't..

sugar,don't try to speak now.it's ok,you're going to be fine.the doctors said you got them pretty scared with that OD,but you're going to be just fine.

...overdose?hun,i've been doing this for about 6 years now,i'm sure it's impossible to have taken too much.

hun...but why?and how could i have been so blind and not see..you were so sociable,always happy and positive..i..i never thought that you needed to take something to be like that.you never acted like an addict.i'm really sorry i didn't see it.i could have help you quit,there is a way back,you know.i'll get more involved..i..i promise.

sugar,what are you talking about?i can't make out what you're saying.it's senseless.what has my insulin to do with all this?